We’re having a domestic Cold War, now, keb. I think Isobel wants to apologize, but Watson won’t let her; when she gets close, he growls and hisses. He spends most of his time on my bed, and I play Berlin Airlift a couple of times a day, carrying him down to the kitchen and feeding him on the counter.

The vet prescribed a tranquillizer for Watson, but the dose is two capsules twice a day. I can get one capsule into him, but not two — even Watson won’t tolerate two. The other option is a pheromone treatment called Feli-Way that had to be ordered from Toronto and has yet to arrive.

Détente can’t come fast enough for me.